Cecil really didn’t know as much about the living world as he thought he might need to know so this whole question and answer session was helping him some. He never heard of Saints before, but it certainly seemed like common knowledge among the people here. Maybe he was going to have the chance to use it in a conversation one day, but maybe those kinds of discussions should be kept low until he worked his way around a sentence to find out whether they believed in such a thing too. People were so strange, but maybe one day he’ll understand them. Right now, the focus appeared to be on the river and getting food from it, even if that appeared to be an impossible concept to him they probably knew what to do in such a situation. Taking a bit of a backseat he moved well away from them, staring at them as they got close to the water. He didn’t want to go near that just in case something nasty jumped out and went for him, finding that to be the most logical conclusion rushing water and possible animals had in his mind. They would know what to do more than he did, so it was always best to keep out of the way. Frowning at the measurement of time it would take to complete this he forced a smile, giving them a wave. “Okay! An hour maybe!” That should be fine, it wasn’t like he was in a hurry to get anywhere not to mention they had to refuel. Staring at Ethan he let out a gasp as he was given a request, this time for ‘firewood’. “Oh, uhh…firewood…” He wasn’t really sure himself what it was, but definitely something to do with fire by the sounds of it. While he was all confused to what firewood looked like he only looked around for a short time before turning and watching the pair down by the river. Ethan was wadding into the water all trying to catch something while Amuné was looking like she wanted to copy him. This all looked strangely dangerous to him, especially when it was water they were going in. They didn’t know what was under there and yet they were freely moving around in it and looking happy to search for food. Good thing he didn’t need food otherwise he’d be doing all sorts of crazy things like that, but then again he did wonder what the pleasure they got from eating was like. It must’ve been a good feeling if they were willing to take risky measures to get food, leaving him something else he wasn’t entirely going to understand. Watching Ethan from afar, Cecil stared as he witnessed Ethan fail to stay in the water long enough for something to be caught, resulting in him flailing to the shore again in a panic. That was a strange sight to behold, especially when he had been so confident before. Slowly sitting down, Cecil watched Ethan curiously as he appeared to have a change of plans, creating what appeared to be a weapon of some sort from a stick. Living beings sure did change their mind quickly, especially now that he had gone from the river to some shrubs. Watching in interest, seeing Ethan use the spear and come out with a dead animal managed to surprise him. These people were really starting to surprise him. He had never seen someone hunt and kill another creature before as something inside him was telling him it was okay to kill. These people did it so he could too, maybe he could even make his own weapon like that and kill animals for them to feast on. He might be good at that, but that was so long as he wasn’t missing a particular skill too from the mix. Standing up in excitement he smiled happily to himself before Ethan once again asked him for that ‘firewood’, his eyes going to Amuné to see what she might be going to get. Slowly standing up to see what might be retrieved he wandered over to the shrubs, waiting for some sort of prompt that she might pick the ‘firewood’ they were needing so he could tell what he needed to do. Finding it rather confusing he turned to look to Ethan, his eyes going to the man who appeared to be coming their way from across the bridge. Frowning, he didn’t know if it was wise to go and talk to the man, seeing how they were supposed to be hiding away from the majority of people. While the first few people they had met were friendly enough, this guy didn’t appear terribly friendly while carrying an energy about him that made him feel particularly nervous. He didn’t know why, but he certainly had conflicting feelings going on. Watching from afar, Cecil looked between Amuné and Ethan, wondering what his job should be and whether he should be over there greeting this man too. The air about the man felt rather threatening and was giving him warning signals as someone he should avoid. With the man not showing much of a response, he frowned as he stared at the pair, hearing the man finally speak up before suddenly water immediately shot up from the river and targeted Ethan. This was bad, it seemed this guy knew how to use that strange magic too but on a more advanced level. He could feel the magical energy from this guy now that he had shown it off and it was definitely dangerous. This was exactly the type of people they were trying to avoid, or at least the ‘aggressive’ architype of people. Immediately, Cecil was heading back to Ethan and the man, watching as Ethan tried to fight off the water with his weapon but ultimately stumbling, placing himself in a vulnerable position. Watching as the man decided to attack with a much more dangerous form of water Cecil was quick to literally jump in, managing to spring a fair height before dropping down in front of Ethan, throwing his fists at the shards of ice. The ice shattered against his metal when it struck, his large arms acting as a shield fairly well with hope that Ethan might have a chance to recollect himself. “Your presence is not welcomed here! I will exterminate you if you do not leave!”